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  He touched her lip with his thumb and she shivered. “If I kiss you now, I guarantee you, you will find yourself shoved up against a hard surface or bent over a piece of furniture with your dress over your hips and your panties at your ankles. Is that what you want?”

  Yes. Heaven help her, yes.

  For your first time? Really?

  Why not? He knew what he was doing. If he told her what to do she was damn sure it would feel good.

  He was what she wanted. What she craved.

  “If I say yes,” she said, “will you judge me?”

  “No. But I might fuck you.”

  She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. “Is that a promise?”

  “Do you still want to go back inside and have cocktail shrimp?”

  She thought of Jason Treffen. Of the party she was meant to be coordinating.

  Well, it was late yet and everything was working just fine without her in there holding everyone’s hand. Because she’d already done a lot of coordinating and so it was all going smoothly and...and they really didn’t need her.

  And she wanted. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she wanted. For her. Not for Trey. Not for Sarah.

  “I’ve never wanted shrimp less in my life.”

  “I’m glad I have your attention.”

  “You do.”

  “Do you still want that kiss?”

  Her heart started thundering harder. “I really do think that we should do...things...in private.”

  “What if I promise to behave?”

  “Can you keep the promise?”

  “One kiss,” he said. “That’s all you can have. No more.”

  “What if I want two?” she asked.

  He cupped her chin, held her steady, his eyes intent on hers. “One,” he repeated. “Or I walk away. You have to obey, or I stop now.”

  She nodded slowly. “One kiss.”

  “Good girl.” He leaned in, his breath hot as it skimmed over her lips.

  He didn’t press his mouth to hers, not at first. He waited. Waited until she thought she would die with how much she wanted it. With how much she wanted him.

  And then he kissed her.

  It was firm. Hot. He tasted like alcohol and spices, like something completely new and unfamiliar. She wanted more. Wanted to explore his mouth, drown in his flavor.

  But before she could, he’d moved away.

  He stood back, assessing her, his eyes so dark they were nearly black. “What do you think?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.... What do you think?”

  “I think we need that hotel room. Now.”

  Chapter Two

  Forget letting his mind wander down dark alleys. He was committed now. Not just his mind—his body and soul, as well.

  One night. It wouldn’t matter later.

  He’d never see this woman again. And he could...he could grab ahold of something just for the night. For one night he could have the control back. Everything was falling apart. Falling away, and once he dropped the bomb on his family, once the scandal broke over the Treffen name, all the control would be gone. Wrenched from his hands.

  This might make things feel all right, if only for a few hours.

  To have someone at his command. To have something that was his.

  He thought of the way she’d been talking to his father and a knot lodged in his throat. If she needed money...

  Put some money on the dresser?

  Well, why not? If she needed it. It would be better if it was him and not his father she was going to for security through sex. Because the other man couldn’t have her. No one else could. He wanted her.

  The things he wanted her for...

  He closed his hand into a fist and tried to stave off the surge of lust that shot through his veins. He needed to get a grip.

  Or not.

  He was tired. Tired of always fighting everything. Everyone’s demons and his own.

  He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a hotel downtown that a business acquaintance owned. He’d been telling the truth when he’d told her he wasn’t a one-night-stand sort of man.

  But he had his connections.

  “I need a room for tonight,” he said. “Account number four fifty-three. The penthouse suite.” He didn’t want this woman to know his connection to Jason, not if she was ignorant of it. And he didn’t know why she should know who he was. Ten years he’d spent separate from Jason, and he wasn’t the media whore his father was.

  Austin preferred to keep his head down and do his work. He preferred to stay away from the spotlight. Passion, lust, greed, a desire for fame. It all corrupted.

  He looked over his date for the night. Well, tonight he would be indulging two of those infamous corrupters.

  And he couldn’t find any regret for it.

  “I have a guest,” he said, the words heavy with meaning. “I shall need the appropriate amenities.”

  “Of course, sir. A code will be texted to your phone,” the man on the other end said. “It will grant you admittance to your room. No need to check in at the desk. All supplies you might need for yourself and your guest will be waiting.”

  “Perfect,” he said, hanging up. “We’re set for the night. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

  He looked at her, blue eyes wide, a slight tremble in her full lower lip. That little bit of sass and confidence he’d seen in her earlier had waned a bit. She looked vulnerable. She made him feel a bit like a predator.

  And damned if he couldn’t muster up any remorse for that. Damned if it didn’t make him a little bit harder.

  She met his eyes. “No. I haven’t changed my mind. Only...the shrimp. I didn’t get any.”

  “I can order you shrimp. Room service.”

  “From Maine?”

  “From any damn place you want.”

  The corner of her mouth twitched. “How can a girl say no to that?”

  “I don’t know, but if you’re going to say no,” he said, his voice rough, everything in him feeling rough, “do it now.”

  She looked down, and she seemed to be seriously considering it. He didn’t think he could handle her refusal now. He was too far gone.

  One kiss, and he was too far gone.

  “I’m not going to say no.”

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her up against his body. And he didn’t care if anyone else walked out into the hall. He didn’t care about a damn thing except for the feeling of her breasts against his chest, the harsh, rapid pattern of her breathing bringing them up tighter against him, before giving him a brief reprieve, then repeating.

  He felt as if he were on the edge of breaking completely. The world was splintering around him; his self-control was shattering inside of him.

  He wanted to seize it. Take it back with both hands. Claim it. Over her bare body, and if that was wrong, he couldn’t muster up the energy to care. Not now.

  But she had to agree. Because now that he’d given himself permission to do this, to act on it...he wasn’t sure how far it might go.

  “Be sure,” he said. “I am short on self-control tonight, if what I’ve said to you here wasn’t enough of an indicator. I don’t want to hurt you. But once we’re in the hotel room? I’m in charge. I will have what I want. So while we’re out here, you have the chance to tell me you don’t want that. If you want a sweet night of making love, then, darling, you need to find another man. That’s not what I want tonight. I don’t want to hold you, and go slow and tender. Tonight? I want you hard. I want you fast. I want you every time I ask. I want you on your knees. Tonight, you’re mine. If that’s not what you want? Get another guy to go home with you. You won’t have any trouble finding one. If that’s okay with you...don’t act like you weren’t warned.”

  “You’re in charge?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

  “Yes.”

  “You’ll tell me what to do?” she asked, the black in her eyes expanding, the blue turning to a little
sliver of color.

  “Yes. Because once we’re in that suite, you’re mine.” He’d never said things like this to a woman in his life. He was polite. Courteous. Respectful.

  Never once had he given in to that desire to ask a woman to get on her knees in front of him and do what she was told.

  Never once had he spoken with such absolute honesty about what he wanted. Because he’d never been this honest with himself about what he wanted. Because he spent his life in denial of those ugly things, the twisted shadows in his soul, the dirty blood that he couldn’t escape.

  “Then let’s go,” she said.

  “This is what you want?”

  “Do I have to say it again?”

  “Do I have to tell you what I want again?”

  “Only if you want me to push you up against the wall and have you here and now,” she said. “Because I’ve never had a man say anything like that to me before, and I have to tell you, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

  “Then I suppose we better get to our room.”

  She swallowed hard, the motion of her throat fascinating. He wanted to press his lips to it. He wanted to scrape her skin with his teeth and listen to the sound she would make.

  He wanted to feel her shiver beneath his touch.

  “Yes,” he said again. “We need to go. Now.”

  “You going to call us a car?”

  “I have a car.”

  “Oh.”

  “I mean, a driver.”

  “That makes more sense. Kind of.”

  He held his hand out and she took it, delicate fingers curling around his. “I assume you want to get out without being seen?”

  “I’d rather not parade back through the ballroom, now that you mention it.”

  “You don’t want to advertise that you’re leaving with me?”

  “Not so much. Can we keep it clandestine? That’s pretty sexy, really.”

  “You’re ashamed,” he said.

  A slash of color faded into her cheeks. “Maybe a little.”

  “Because you want me so much.”

  “Yes.”

  “And that’s bad to you, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I think having sex with a stranger is pretty bad.”

  “But you sort of like the idea of being a bad girl, don’t you?”

  The color in her cheeks deepened. “Seriously, let’s go.”

  “We’re going to have fun,” he said, tugging her down the empty hall. Fun was the wrong word for it, though. He could already sense that.

  But it would be a release.

  And he needed one. More than he’d realized.

  When they got into the elevator and the doors closed, he felt the tension wrap around them like a cloak. Thick and heavy. He thought it might suffocate him. He could have her. Push the stop button and push her against the wall. Work it out in five minutes. Take the edge off the intense need.

  But it wasn’t what he wanted. Not really.

  He wanted to make them both wait.

  Wanted to have her to himself. A whole night. A night to play with his demons instead of shoving them down deep. He would feel worse if he didn’t get the sense that she was doing the same. That she was about to perform an exorcism, using his body as holy water.

  That suited him just fine.

  But the wait didn’t.

  “These elevators are effing slow,” she said, letting out a long breath as a five flashed across the light board at the top of the wall.

  “They are a bit. I hadn’t noticed until now.”

  “Me either. They seemed normal until tonight.”

  Four, three, two, L. Thank God.

  The doors opened and he walked out ahead of her. He didn’t touch her. Not again. Because it would be too tempting. It would be too much. He was on the edge as it was, and one more brush of her soft skin on his and he would lose it completely.

  He picked up his phone. “Car. Up front. Now.”

  The lobby doors opened just as his black town car pulled up to the front of the building.

  He opened the door and waited. “Get in,” he said when she approached and paused.

  She obeyed, lowering her head, the lights from the building shimmering over that hair, still contained in the tight bun. Heat burst through him, starting in his gut and spreading outward, pooling in his groin.

  He got in and closed the door. “The Black Book Hotel,” he said to his driver before leaning back in the seat and pressing a button that put up a black divider between them and the man in front.

  They hadn’t exchanged names. And that suited him just fine. He didn’t need a name to know that tonight she was his. Though, she might feel differently.

  “Did you want to exchange names?” he asked, not sure, if she did, if he would be honest or not.

  “I sort of like it like this.”

  “Do you?”

  “Not being me for the night? It works.”

  He’d been right about the demons. Maybe she had a husband or boyfriend. Or it was related to what she felt she owed Jason. He didn’t care. Didn’t care if she loved someone else, as long as tonight, she didn’t think of anyone else.

  None of that would come between them tonight. Nothing existed tonight but the fantasy. But a few blessed moments of feeling like there was something in his life that wasn’t beyond him.

  “I’m going to kiss you again,” he said. “Come here.”

  She was across the car from him, her seat belt buckled. She pressed the button slowly and then put her hands on the seat, crawling to him slowly, on her hands and knees.

  Everything in him tightened to the point where he thought he might break. It was the practical way to move across the car; he knew that. But there was something about it that grabbed him by the throat and shook him hard.

  His eyes dropped to her breasts, emphasized by the motion, pale and round, spilling over the top of her black dress. Her red lips were parted slightly and it was so easy to imagine them wrapped around his cock. And her hair loose, wrapped around his hand...

  Not yet.

  He captured her face and leaned in, kissing her firmly, his tongue sliding along the seam of her mouth, delving in deeply when she parted for him. A muffled sound escaped her and he captured it, kissing her harder.

  Lust, need, fired through him. All heat and desire, the kind he’d never known had existed before. He’d tasted it. On the edge of dreams, with fantasy women, when he woke up, sweaty and wrapped in his sheets, slick with shame and release.

  But never in reality. Because he’d always held a part of himself back. And he’d imagined he always would.

  Not tonight.

  He kept kissing her, their bodies separate, need roaring through him. He wanted to tug her up against him, to feel those delicious curves pressed against his body, but he was determined to wait.

  Determined to prolong the torture because there was something about it—this lust that bordered on pain—that appealed to him in a way that was beyond description. Beyond comprehension.

  It wasn’t even his own deprivation that mattered. It was hers. She wanted more. And he wasn’t allowing her to have it. He had her on the brink with just a kiss, and he knew it. And he had the power to deny her pleasure, and right now he was using that power.

  The car stopped and he pulled away from her. “Ready?”

  She nodded slowly.

  “You get out first,” he said.

  She did, as she slid past him and opened the car door. She got out and stood on the sidewalk, waiting for him as people walked past, her breath a cloud in the cold air.

  He got out, shutting the door behind him. “Walk ahead of me,” he said. “I want to watch you.”

  She did, and he followed, his eyes on the elegant curve of her neck, the delicate line of her spine. And her ass. So round and perfect.

  She went through the revolving door of the hotel and into the lobby, and he continued in behind her. He liked this. Liked the feeling
that she was putting on a show, in public, meant only for him.

  Her legs demanded at least an hour devoted to a fantasy starring them exclusively. Sky-high black pumps emphasized the length and the sleek muscles. The seams of her stockings—damn, he hoped they were stay-ups—centered so perfectly in the backs of her calves, a tease, a hint that she was some sort of sweet old-fashioned girl. Which made him want to do bad things to her even more.

  He could picture her now, without the dress, stockings and shoes on, bent over a piece of furniture, just waiting for him to take her....

  That was going to happen. At some point tonight, he would be sure that it did.

  Another damned elevator.

  She got inside and leaned back against the walls. The doors started to close and he had to jog to make it in time. He stuck his arm in between them, then slipped inside, letting the doors slide shut behind him.

  “That was naughty,” he said.

  Her cheeks colored and she met his gaze. “Sorry.”

  “Are you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why did you do that?”

  She lifted one shoulder. “I’m not sure.”

  “Are you going out of your way to misbehave?” he asked.

  “Maybe.”

  “It’s almost like you want some consequences,” he said, his voice tight, making it almost impossible to breathe. He wasn’t sure what he was saying anymore. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking.

  Except that it was hard to think with all of his blood just south of his belt.

  But fantasies, erotic images, didn’t require much thought. He could think of so many ways to punish her....

  No. He had to have a limit.

  “If I did?” she asked, sounding breathless. Excited. Aroused.

  Damn. This woman was a lit match against a pool of gasoline inside of him. Sitting there, dormant and under control for so many years.

  Yeah, he’d known it was there, but he’d done his best to ignore it.

  But with her, he was on the verge of exploding. And it was too late to go back.

  “I can give them to you, baby, but I’m not sure exactly what you expect.”

  “I’m not sure, either. Only that...you make me want things... I don’t know what I want,” she said, her eyes never leaving his. “You’ll have to show me.”